Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
The Associates,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.